Staring at the walls; blank, white space nothing, my eyes wavered upon that large, seemingly innocent window of glass. Running my fingers methodically over its cold surface, an expressionless gaze lingered upon me. The man behind me, was no doubt contemplating how to trudge upon approaching me. It was an obscure realization that led me here; a nameless enemy that drove me down this path.

"For what you wish to achieve from this…" he began with a tone of distaste, "you would leave your family behind?"

I sighed, feeling so old. "They begged me to stay, but they just couldn't understand."

The man nodded gently. As if he understood, but reality he did not.

"Why did you do it?" he finally asked, "What drove you to do these terrible deeds?"

"No of them could understand what motivates us, William. Not one of them. This… drive cannot be explained, nor put into words, only experienced. That is why our families will always hate us. Because they cannot reason why we do these terrible things. Because without us, those monsters would be free to destroy the world." I gave a pause for breathe, and time for it to sink in. "Terrorists would wipe out America. Families wouldn't be able to take their children to the park. Bio-warfare would devastate the world. More drive by shootings that would kill more innocents. Global terrorism would set up more despotic regimes. Even a child would lose his or her parents to some punk with a gun. The list goes on."

A silence settled between us as John considered the horrible world I spoke of. Before he could reprimand me; telling me my logic was flawed, I continued onward.

"Police brutality. Anti-war activists. The masses will always protest others like us, William."

"That's because you're wrong," he finally opened, "The way you're going about it is-"

"That's because they don't spot the full scope of the possibilities. They always spit on us, calling us baby killers, murderers, radicals, fanatics, terrorists… But if it were not for us, they wouldn't be alive to say all that."

I knew as I poured out my thoughts, it wouldn't do me much good. I was challenging the whole system and the workings. Challenging what a reasonable person would do. Compared to that, the extent of what I have done would be considered unreasonable. It was unfair, but so was life. None of them would understand. Perception is like a winding path; you could only see so far. I have seen ahead, and seen the horrors that lied dormant. No one could understand this drive that compels us to do the immoral things we do. For all their beliefs ingrained from birth, I could not help them. They shall continue to try to solve the mystery of why we do these things; which is why they'll continue to plod through these labyrinthine halls.

Whilst I plundered in deep thought, I began to reminiscence on how it came to be this way. How so abruptly, everything became so wrong.

I was but a young lad then; an ignorant, foolish child. I followed

I did many strange things then. I rarely ever went out. I hardly ever ate. I was never hungry. Food could not fill the emptiness inside me.

They did not want me to leave, but I had to. I had a promise I had to keep. I promised on Emily's dead body that I'd put away every last slaver or criminal be it grave or cell. No one should have to face what I have been through. They just didn't understand, William. My family just did not understand what I had to do.

I had no forlorn for what I've done.